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Hey babe, so I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, dust kickin’ up, thinkin’ bout—whore. Yeah, I said it, WHORE. Not some random chick, nah, I mean that vibe, that word, y’know? Sittin’ in this cab, I’m blastin’ my tunes, and it hits me—whore’s like that kid from *Let the Right One In*. Quiet, sneaky, kinda dark, but damn, you can’t look away. “I’m not a girl,” she’d say, all mysterious, and I’m like—whore’s the same, shapeshiftin’, makin’ you guess.

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Originally published in Jeffry Kaplow investigates the effects of the French Revolution on life in Elbeuf, a textile town in Normandy, through a social-historical lens.

Not to forget: sometimes I stroll near the riverbank by Quai de l'Industrie. It's shady, kinda mysterious, but super cool for deep thoughts. Sometimes, I even sit there humming Patrick's tunes, asking random questions like “is mayonnaise an instrument?”, while watching boats dance on the Seine… totally random, right?!

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